Selected quad for the lemma: heaven_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	mercy_n	redeemer_n	sinner_n	2,238	5	9.8767	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00471	Here begynneth a treatyse how the hye fader of heuen sendeth dethe to somon euery creature to come and gyue a counte of theyr lyues in this worlde and is in maner of a morall playe.; Everyman.		1535 (1535)	STC 10606.5; ESTC S114637	14,997	38

lordes aboue But wylt thou not go with me in dede I praye the truthe to saye Goodes ¶ No so god me spede Therfore farwell and haue good daye euery man ¶ O to whome shall I make my mone For to go with me / in that heuy iournaye Fyrst felawshyp / he sayd he wolde with me go His wordes were very plesaunte and gaye But afterwarde he lefte me alone Than spake I to my kynnysmen all in despayre And also they gaue me wordes fayre They lacked no fayre spekynge But all forsake me in the endynge Than wente I to my goodes that I loued best In hope to haue cumforte / but there had I leest For my goodes sharpely dyd me tell That he bryngeth many in hell Than of my selfe I was a shamed And so I am worthy tolde blamed Thus may I well my selfe hate Of whome shall I now councell take I thynke that I shall neuer spede Tyll that I go to my good dede But able she is so weke That she can no ther go nor speke yet wyll 〈…〉 her now My good dedes where be you Good ded ¶ Here I ly cold in the grounde Thy synnes haue me so fore bounde That I cannot stere euery man ¶ O / good dedes I stonde in feare I must you praye of councell For helpe now shulde cum ryght well Good ded ¶ Eueryman I haue vnderstandynge That thou arte somoned a counte to make Before Messya●● of Ierusalem kynge And you do by not that iournaye with you wyl I take euery man ¶ Therfore I cum to you my mone to make I pray the to go with me Good ded ¶ I wolde full fayne but I cannot stonde verely euery man ¶ Why is there any thynge on your 〈◊〉 Good ded ¶ y● syr 〈◊〉 may thanke you of all yf ye had perfytely the redi●e your boke of accounte / full redy now had be Loke the bokes of your workes dedes eke Beholde how they lye vnder the fete To your soules ●●●ynes euery man ¶ Our lorde Iesus helpe me For one letter herein can I not se Good ded ¶ There is a blynde rekenynge in tyme of dystresse euery man ¶ Good dedes I praye you helpe me in this nede Or els I am for euer damned in dede Therfore helpe me to make my rekenynge Before the redemer of all thynge That kynge is and was and euer shall Good ded ¶ Eueryman I am sory of your fall And fayne wolde I helpe you I were able euery man ¶ Good dedes your councell I pray you gyue me Good ded ¶ That shall I do verely Though that on my fete I may not go I haue a syster that shall with you also Called knowlege / which shall with you abyde To helpe you to make that dredfull rekenynge Knowlege ¶ Eueryman I wyll go with the / and be thy guyde In thy moste nede to go by thy syde euery man ¶ In good condycyon I am now in euery thynge And am holy contente with this good thynge Thankyd be god my creature Good ded ¶ And whan he hath brought the there Where thou shalte heale the of thy smarte Than go thou with thy rekenȳge thy good dedes togyther For to make the ioyfull at the harte Before the blessyd trynytye euery man ¶ My good dedes I thanke the hartfully I am well contente certaynly With your wordes swete Knowlege ¶ Now go we thether louyngly To confessyon that clensynge ryuere euery man ¶ For ioye I wepe I wolde we were there But I praye you to instructe me by intelleccyon Where dwellyth that holy vertue confessyon Knowlege ¶ In the house of saluacyon We shall fynde hym in that place That shall vs cumforte by goddes grace Lo● this is confessyon / knele downe aske mercy For he is in good conceyte with god almyghty euery man ¶ O gloryous foūtayne that all vnclēnes doth clarify Wasshe from me the spottes of vyces vnclene That on me no synne may be sene I cum with knowlege for my redempcyon Redempe with herte and full of contrycyon For I am commaunded a pylgrymage to take And great accountes before god to make Now I praye you shryfte mother of saluacyon Helpe my good dedes / for my petyous exclamacyon Confessyō ¶ I know your sorowe well / eueryman Bycause with knowlege ye cum to me I wyll you comforte as well as I can And a precyous Iewell I wyll gyue the Called penaunce voyder of aduersytye Therwith shall your body chastysed be With abstynence ꝑseueraunce in goddes seruyce Here shall you receyue that scurge of me Whiche is penaunce stronge that ye must endure To remembre thy sauyoure was scurged for the With sharpe scurges and suffered it pacyently So must that or thou scape that paynful pylgrymage Knowlege hym and kepe hym in this vyage And by that tyme good dedes wyll be with the But in any wyse be sure of mercy For your tyme draweth fast / and ye wyll saued be Aske god mercy and he wyll graunte truely Whan with the scurge of penaunce man doth hȳ bynde The oyle of forgyuenes than shall he fynde euery man ¶ Thanked be god for his gracyous werke For now I wyll my penaunce begynne This hath reioysed and lyghted my herte Though the knottes be paynfull harde within Knowlege ¶ Eueryman your penaunce loke that ye fulfyll What payne that euer it to you be And knowlege wyll gyue you councell at wyll How your accounte ye shall make crelery euery man ¶ O eternall god / o heuenly fygure O way of ryghtwysenes / o goodly vysyon Whiche descended downe in a vyrgyn pure Bycause he wolde eueryman to redeme Whiche Adam forfeyted by his dysobedyens O blessyd godhede electe and hye deuyne Forgyue me my greuous offence Here I crye the mercy in this presence O ghostly treasure / o raunsomer redemer Of all the worlde / hope and conductor Myrrour of ioye / and founder of mercy Whiche enlumyneth heuen and erth therby Here my clamorous complaynte / though it late be Receyue my prayers of thy benygnytye Though I be a synner moste abhomynable yet let my name be wryten in moyses table O mary pray to the maker of all thynge Me for to helpe at my endynge And saue me from the power of my enemy For deth assayleth me strongly And lady that I may by meane of thy prayer Of thy sonnes glory to be parte taker By the meane of his passyon I it craue I beseche you helpe my soule to saue Knowlege gyue me the scorge of penaunce My flesshe therwith shall gyue a quytaunce I wyll now begynne yf god gyue me grace Knowlege ¶ Euery man / god gyue you tyme and space Thus I bequethe you in the hādes of our sauyoure Thus may you make your rekenynge sure euery man ¶ In the name of the holy trynyte My body sore punysshyd shal be Take this body for the synne of the flesshe Also thou delytest to go gaye and fresshe And in waye of dampnacyon thou dyd me

¶ Now Ihesu cryst be your alder spede I haue receyued the sacramente for my redempcyō And thou myne extreme vnccyon Blessyd be all they that counceyled me to take it And now frendes let vs go without longer respyte I thanke god that ye haue taryed so longe Now set eche of you on this rodde your honde And shortly folwe me I go before there I wolde be / god be our guyde Strength ¶ Eueryman we wyll not from you go Tyll ye haue gone this vyage longe Descressiō ¶ I dyscressyon wyll byde by you also Knowlege ¶ And though this pylgrimage be neuer so stronge I wyll neuer parte you fro Eueryman I wyll be as sure by the As euer I dyd by Iudas machabe euery man ¶ Alas I am so faynt I may not stande My lymmes vnder me do folde Frendes let vs not turne agayne to this lande Not for all the worldes golde For into this caue must I crepe And turne to the erth there to slepe Beautye ¶ What into this graue alas euery man ¶ ye there shall you consume more lesse Beautye ¶ And what shulde Ismoder here euery man ¶ ye be my fayth and neuer more appere In this worlde lyue no more we shall But in heuen before the hyest lorde of all Beautye ¶ I crosse out all this / adewe by faynte John̄ I take my cap in my lap and am gone euery man ¶ What beautye whether wyll ye Beautye ¶ Peas I am defe / I loke not behynde me Not thou wolde gyue me all the golde in thy chest euery man ¶ Alas wherto may I truste Beautye goeth fast awaye and from me She promysed with me to lyue and dye Strenght ¶ Eueryman I wyll the also forsake denye Thy game lyketh me not at all euery man ¶ Why / than ye wyll for sake me all Swete strength tary a lytell space Strength ¶ Nay syr by the rode of grace I wyll hye me from the fast Though thou wepe tyll thy harte brast euery man ¶ ye wolde euer byde by me ye sayd Strength ¶ ye I haue you ferre ynough conuayed ye be olde ynought I vnderstande your pylgrymage to take on hande I repente me that I hether came euery man ¶ Strength you to dysplease I am to blame Wyll you breke promyse / that is dette Strenght ¶ In fayth I care not Thou arte but a foole to complayne you spende your speche and waste your brayne Go thryst the into the grounde euery man ¶ I had wende surer I shulde you haue founde He that trusteth in his strenght She hym deceyueth at the length Bothe strength and beautye forsaketh me yet they promysed me fayre and louyngly Descressiō ¶ Eueryman I wyll after strength begone As for me I wyll leue you alone euery man ¶ Why descressyon wyll ye forsake me Discressiō ¶ ye in fayth I wyll go from the For whan strength goeth before I folow after euermore euery man ¶ yet I pray the for the loue of the trynytye Loke in my graue ones pyteously Descressiō ¶ Nay so nye I wyll not cume Farewell euerychone euery man ¶ O all thynge fayleth saue god alone Beautye / strength / and descressyon For whan deth bloweth his blaste They all renne from me full fast v. wyttis ¶ Eueryman of the now my leue I take I wyll folow the other for here I the forsake euery man ¶ Alas than may I wayle and wepe For I toke you for my best frende v. wyttes ¶ I wyll no lenger the kepe Now farwell and there an ende euery man ¶ O Iesu helpe all hath forsaken me Good ded ¶ Nay eueryman I wyll byde with the I wyll not forsake the in dede Thou shalte fynde me a god frende at nede euery man ¶ Gramercy good ded now may I true frendes se They haue forsaken me euerychone I loued them better then my good dedes alone Knowlege wyll ye forsake me also Knowlege ¶ ye eueryman whan ye to deth do go But not yet for no maner of daungere euery man ¶ Gramercy knowlege with all my herte Knowlege ¶ Naye yet I wyll not from hens departe Tyll I se where ye shall become euery man ¶ Me thynketh alas that I must be gone To make may rekenynge and my dettes paye For I se my tyme is nye spente awaye Take example all ye that this do here or se How they that I loued best do forsake me Excepte my good dedes that bydeth truly Good ded ¶ All ertly thynge is but vanyte Beaute strength and discrecyon do man forsake Folysshe frendes and kynnesmen that fayre spake All fleeth saue good dedes and that am I euery man ¶ Haue mercy on me god moost myghty And stande by me thou moder mayde holy Mary Good ded ¶ Fere not I wyll speke for the euery man ¶ Here I crye god mercy Good ded ¶ Shorte oure ende and mynysshe our payne Let vs go and neuer come agayne euery man ¶ In to thy handes lorde my soule I commende Receyue it lorde that it be nat lost As thou me boughtest so me defende And saue me from the fendes boost That I may appere with that blessed hooft That shall be saued at the dome In manus tuas of myghtes moost For euer commendo spiritum meum Knowlege ¶ Now hath he suffred that we all shall endure The good dedes shall make all sure Now hathe he made endynge Me thynketh that I here angelles synge And make great Ioye and melodye Where euery mannes soule shall receyued be Aungell ¶ Cume excellent electe spouse to Iesu Here aboue thou shall go By cause of thy synguler vertue Now thy soule is taken thy body fro Thy rekenynge is crystall clere Now shalt thou into the heuenly spere Vnto the whiche all ye shall cume That lyueth well / before the day of dome Doctoure ¶ This memoryall men / may haue in mynde ye herers take it of worth olde and yonge And forsake myde / for he deceyueth you in the ende And remembre beautye / fyue wyttes / strength / and discressiō They all at the last / do eueryman forsake Saue his good dedes / there dothe he take But beware / for and they be small Before god / he hath no helpe at all None excuse may be there / for eueryman Alas how shall he do than For after deth / amendes may no man make For than mercy and yet ye doeth hym forsake If his rekenynge be not clere / whan he do cume God wyll saye ite maledicti in ignem eternam And he that hath his accounte hole sounde Hye in heuen / he shall be crounde Vnto the whiche place / god brynge vs all thether That we may lyue / body and soule to gyther Therto helpe the trynytye Say ye for saynte charytye JOHN SCOTT